Words & Music

by Mike Power

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  • The Path

    There is a path inside my heart that leads to you A path of sand for naked feet to sink into I walk the path while the sun comes Out of the sea And follow footprints that can only Come from you I walk the path on a cold night without a star I reach… Read more

  • This Foreign Land

    This foreign land I once called home is calling me back again now that the hours have rolled around and the hands on the clock point back to the start I hear the old language, cracked in some places, broken in others, but familiar enough to be recognized still telling the old stories and laughing… Read more

  • This Night

    This night That is so much like all the others except For the way the wind whispers And the way the trees tell All the stories that they have been hiding And the secrets that slipped through their snares This night That is not like the others at all Because nothing is standing between us… Read more

  • Overlapping realities…

    We live in several overlapping worlds, and to believe that one is more real than the others is to miss the whole point of existence. They are all equally real, but some deserve higher priority than others. The one that deserves the highest priority is the one based solely on love. Read more

  • A Shimmery, Summery Sound

    I hope, for you, the singing of the insects is a shimmery, summery sound I hope the water that trickles across the slippery rocks brings you something that can pass for peace I hope the light that filters through the endless rows of branches, casts its longest shadows on the grass that almost tickles your… Read more

  • The Presence of the Past

    History is the process of the past negotiating its terms of surrender to the future. Although the past cannot defeat the future, it will do, and is currently doing, all it can, to break as many hearts as possible in the present. Cruelty seems to be the guiding principle of those in power, in the… Read more